She lie on the bed; belly down and naked from head to toe. An ear to the mattress. And an ear to the wind from an open window. Her backside adorned with earned stripes – lightening strikes, winding Redwood roots, umbilical cords etched to her hips. And to his eyes. He dared not guess if the sun was setting or rising. But he knew…that it’s rays were finally learning how to illuminate themselves.
He hoped he had something to do with this. All of this – the naked, the ear to the wind, the adorning, the knowing, and the illuminating… He knew he loved her when that something became irrelevant.
The shine rested. Illuminating still.